January 2009
69 posts
The bestest bar food & drinks for Super Bowl... →
In which I ignore the football and pick up a lamburger (that’s right, a lamburger) for the Time Out New York blog.
“You have failed as a reporter and as a woman.”
– The hyperbole of Mary Rambin statements give me really uncomfortable flashbacks to this month in seventh grade when I wrote a bunch of letters to the editors of teen glossies, condemning them for the anti-feminist undertones of Lip Smackers advertorials.
What a little Googling can do for you.
Continuing the week’s servicey theme.
I received a letter from a debt collection agency called Allied Interstate a week ago, claiming I was delinquent on a payment of $131.63 to Cingular Wireless. Here’s the thing: I’ve never been a client of Cingular’s.
I tried calling the agency, assuming there was some sort of mix-up, and reached a voicemail recording that told me that...
[Lincoln Hawk - Every Time]
So this exists:...
When did Billy Joel lose you?
a. When he participated in Barbara Kopple’s made-for-TV documentary The Hamptons.
b. When his daughter started booking tour dates at Mohegan Sun.
c. When he received his sixth honorary doctorate.
Lounge above the law.
Socialista, the West Village lounge I never cared about except for that time Ashton Kutcher’s entire birthday party caught hepatitis from their bartender, is shutting its doors after the owners were unable to sort out a heap of smoking fines.
There were other issues surrounding the close (including a missing Giuseppe Cipriani) but here we have another upscale bar whose patrons feel entitled...
Having impure thoughts. →
Only hurting myself.
Woke up this morning with what I thought was a brutal pillow crease on my face: two pink, perpendicular indentations about a half-inch across on my left cheek. Three hours later, they’re still there. Beginning to think I punched myself in my sleep.
Having a Mac attack. [Secondhand News - Fleetwood...
Engaging.
My good friend has up and gotten herself a fiancé. Though they’re both quite young, it wasn’t a surprise—of my highschool pals, she was the favorite to settle down first. The only surprise was that it hadn’t happened sooner. They were one of those “pre-engaged” couples: set on marrying one another but not yet trading in the...
Things you should do so I don't lose my job:
-Read Listicles every day
-Follow Listicles on Tumblr
-Read The L Magazine’s Your Blog About Town every day
-Follow @thelmagazine on Twitter
-Send letters to my boss about how pretty and talented you think I am
Awesome First Kid Moments →
Sinbad charges not included.
I think I was Michelle Phillips’s homely...
I'm coming out of Tumblr hiatus because I felt...
Shachi’s arepas are overrated.
WatchRosen out.
This has been the worst month of my life.
And it’s ONLY THE SIXTEENTH. Oh shit, my sister’s birthday is today. Happy birthday, Luisa.
Happy anniversary, New York.
I thought yesterday was the fourteenth of the month for, like, the entire day, so I very nearly forgot my two-year anniversary of moving to New York. My mother reminded me when I called to ask how to say “fuck you” in Spanish (long story involving this restaurant in Baltimore).
Two years ago, I moved to the upper-Upper West Side (106th Street, right by the park) in a sixth-floor...
I'm pretty sure plane beats bird.
From City Room’s post on the US Airways plane crash: “The plane apparently took off from LaGuardia Airport and was bound for Charlotte, N.C. and had 146 passengers and 5 crew members. The plane, according to the news report, may have hit a flock of birds.”
I hope my mugger frequents Craigslist →
My final attempt to get out of paying for a new phone.
Remember cake-less 3 year-old Adolf Hitler... →
Dream house →
I want to go there. (via annagrimm)
7 Lame Reality Show Souvenirs Sold in eBay... →
In which I reminisce about Gran Hermano, Spain’s answer to Big Brother.
OMG: The Human Fund is real! →
Disappointingly, it does not raise money for people.
Rolling resolutions, week 2.
Last week, my resolution was to drink more water. Unless tea counts (tea does not count, it’s a diuretic), this effort was unsuccessful.
Moving on! This week’s is to read more—that is, books, not blogs. Tonight, I’ll open one of my Christmas gifts: Stork Club: America’s Most Famous Nightspot and the Lost World of Café Society, which I hope will underscore the fact...
Advice from Vince.
fusioned:
While I do feel for you Nosen, I recommend quitting the white whine over the iPhone and the whole “I’m still paying my service” thing. You can go buy a piece of shit AT&T phone for $10-30 off Craigslist or even at a store (prepaid phones) to have a working phone that takes calls and does SMS.
Now don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a hate reblog. This is coming from the douche who lost...
Extortion, I say!
My iPhone, beloved piece of gadgetry, was taken from me during last weekend’s mugging in Chelsea. In total, the crook took me for $250: the phone was worth $200, and $50 in cash. Now, the powers that be at AT&T Wireless are trying to extort over $490 from me, because that very long contract they make you sign has an “and your little dog, too” clause.
The $200 phone was,...
Character building.
My crippling intolerance of movie theater crowds, seats and Sno-Cap markups prevented me from seeing most major releases this year. The same thing happened last year, too: it wasn’t until after the Oscars that I watched 2007 sensations There Will Be Blood and No Country for Old Men, which I suppose affected me in a small way: I was unable to engage in topical jokes about milkshakes and...
“If I’m going to die, I want to die in Manhattan.”
– Pete Campbell, Mad Men
